God, that was terrible. England thought to himself as showed France the door.
Stupid frog. England put some ice in his belly button. France was NOT gentle.
The Britain sat down in his chair and rubbed his head, wishing his headache would go away. It felt as if someone hit him in the head with a cricket bat. It hurt his brain to think about what France thought he did. Of course, England himself would neverdo that. Especially not a child! A child he loved like no other. France would be much more likely to do that than he would any day of the week.
Damn frog. Why would I want to hurt America like that! England suddenly bolt upright. He forgot about America! The poor child had been up in his room and nearly missed supper!
"I better go get him." England made his way up the stairs to tell the young American to come down stairs to help him make dinner. When he opened America's door, as usual, he ignored the terrible mess. If England asked America to lift a finger in his own room, he would simply reply coollly, something like this: A heroes room is his own business. You can make me clean the kitchen, the library, and the living room, but my rooms off limits!
"Hey Artie!" America's voice was cheery, but England could see the discomfort in his face. You could hear his stomach grumbling from across the room.
"I was wondering if you'd like to come downstairs and make supper with me."
"Yeah, that sounds great..." England could see the lie in the blue-eyed boys face. "You want fast food, don't you?" The blue eyes lit up and America nodded with joy. "Alright, Alfred," (England only used America's human name when he felt the need to show the boy affection) "I'll go get you some." England ruffled America's hair and turned to go out the door.
"Wait, Artie!" England turned around and gave America a questioning look. The boy looked rather uncomfortable. "What were you and France doing? Did he hurt you? 'Cause if he did, I'll show him what this hero can really do!" America pointed to himself and flashed a smile. "That's right! I'll show that dumb frenchman-" America began thrashing his fists through the air, punching an imaginary France. "Take that and that...and THAT!" America gave a final "punch" and lifted his leg and rested his foot in the air (on the imaginary France). "Victory!" He shouted, and the passion in his eyes of protecting England was crystal clear. England could not help but laugh at the boy's cuteness.
"It's okay, Alfred, he didn't hurt me. And if he tried, we would give him the old one-two together!" England smiled at America, who ran up to the older nation.
He hugged England, and said "If you say so Artie, just don't throw your hip out doing it! He laughed before adding, "Old man!"
"Old man? Is that what you think? Well I'll show you!" England lifted America up over his head, and threw the little boy down on the bed while shouting "body slam!" England started tickling America and the defensless boy could do nothing but giggle. "Stop Artie!" America laughed. Finally, England obeyed the boys wishes, and stopped tickling him. "Am I still an old man? Huh?" The green eyed man began showing off his muscles, and America giggled at him. He replied, "That's all you got? Look at these bad boys!" America flexed one of his skinny arms and kissed what little muscle he had. England chuckled, before hearing the young nation's stomach growl again. "Oh, yes, you will be needing fed now." (America chimed in "yeah! A heroes gotta eat!) "I'll go get your food now. What did you want again?"
"A cheeseburger!"
England pulled into the parking lot of McDonalds. He was whistling to himself, happy to have eased Alfred's worried mind, and relieved to know France deleted the audio of...that...from his cell phone.
England walked inside, and noticed several other nation's there. He decided to ignore them all, since he usually kept to himself anyway. He was just getting in line to place his order when a nation came up to him and slapped him in the face. Dumbstruck, England yelled,
"What the bloody hell was that for!"
Next thing he knew, all the nations there were lining up to smack him in the face. England was deadly confused until he heard in the backround, one nation screaming, "For this, you perv!" And the audio The frog had erased? It was being played on someone's cellphone. Mortified, England ran away from the angry mob and hopped into his car.
You bloody, wanking, french bastard!England was positive it was time for a little revenge.
